Musketeers Of Pig Alley - Raekwon

Crack that pineapple open
Vision of break faces gettin＇ money lay in the boats
Got big rifles play the hood ride Benz cycles
Y＇all mens are psycho Killah Hill ＇ciples
More fly generics money make moves forget it
We got this locked since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons ain＇t no more reppin＇s
Take the sh*t back aggot we hate that
Meet the real we lock the real me/him lock the steel
Pop off pull out drop them bills
I run with all real killas all for realers
Nikes on awesome gorillas
Want more then kill ＇em front war reveal ＇em
I want him stretched out listen he lost the buildin＇
All fly gangstas more bankers hundred wit＇ us
We ex-dust *s don＇t even touch my drink
F**k around get shanked stabbed hot and broke
Ya＇ yolked and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my *s get paint yo what＇s my name
Lexus Diamond Ice Water Inc
Huh (uh-uh-uh-uh)
Uh Yeah
Once again in the motherf**kin＇ place
Fix yo＇ motherf**kin＇ face ni**a
Yeah you know how we gets down
Me and this mixo we so we so tight
Lex Diamond sound and uh
I bees the High Chief Jamel Arief
Straight from East Medina
And uh yo yeah
Yeah huh
They started jammin＇ in the park just after dark
Two turntables and their DJ scratchin＇
Words seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin＇
Hip-hop caused the guns to start sparkin＇
Temperature risin＇
Drape a ni**a up with the ratchet less talkin＇
Caught him on the ＇nard
Bomb like a G hard
Explosion rocks the Promenade I＇m God
And he show and provin＇
＇knowledge how he movin＇
Smift as the wisdom
Move from my gate in a drunken state
I wrote this degree
Adjust ya eyes in the light so you could see
Never fall victim dictate the fate
Leave the bake for the snake
If he take than I take his head without question
In the one to fourteen check the Justice lesson
Now uh
Uh It＇s the pineapple Daquiri f**kin＇ up ya mindstate
Ya heard (Yeah) Spread the motherf**kin＇ word
Yo
I＇m from where it＇s real
*s peal ya＇ orange
We want enough bricks that we could build apartments
I General in the field of marksmen
The Bad Boys wit＇ me ain＇t Will or Martin
Feel what I＇m dropping I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him deep in the Killah Hill poppin＇
Two feet dug in the dirt
Up to the skirt
Spectator on the sideline lovin＇ the work
And my team ain＇t ya＇ average
CREAM we handle it
Fiends seekin＇ packages
Beams and banana clips
Festo If you wit＇ me Let＇s go
The nymphos love me X-O X-O
Boy listen hard think twice before you get involved
We hold the weight like cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad
We live and in charge
Y＇all non-beleivers get reminded with scars
It＇s the pineapple Rebel I natural
Fine wine hundred proof spittin＇ mine at you
(CHUH-PUGH Ni**a )